Mysticalis
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This poem's a tribute to my grandmother, a wonderful person. If it wasn't for her, I wouldn't have the fantastic mother I have now. I can't wait until I visit San Antonio again.
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Grandmother
Will as steadfast as the Himalayas
Her spirit sparkles brighter than all the world's diamonds
A presence as majestic as the face of God
Her heart flows like a river in the fields of midsummer
She sits down, her bones grinding like a worn dagger against pumice
I sit before my grandmother and feel as if I am placed in 1940's Puerto Rico
My mind punted like a football into the past
I hear the rich trumpeting rhythms of Salsa
My head gathering knowledge like a squirrel preparing for the incoming winter
I sit firmly still, a carrot taken root deep into the soil, still listening
As faces of my late relatives gather, a Mount Rushmore of my heritage
My past, a treasure amongst treasures, gemstones crafted from memories
My present surroundings, a mere apathetic heap of unappreciative filth
I wish only to travel back to the days before my time
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Grandmother
Will as steadfast as the Himalayas
Her spirit sparkles brighter than all the world's diamonds
A presence as majestic as the face of God
Her heart flows like a river in the fields of midsummer
She sits down, her bones grinding like a worn dagger against pumice
I sit before my grandmother and feel as if I am placed in 1940's Puerto Rico
My mind punted like a football into the past
I hear the rich trumpeting rhythms of Salsa
My head gathering knowledge like a squirrel preparing for the incoming winter
I sit firmly still, a carrot taken root deep into the soil, still listening
As faces of my late relatives gather, a Mount Rushmore of my heritage
My past, a treasure amongst treasures, gemstones crafted from memories
My present surroundings, a mere apathetic heap of unappreciative filth
I wish only to travel back to the days before my time
